My friend began deer hunting when he was a spry 14 year old. Every year, dedicated to the hunt, he would spend days and days stalking deer in search of a shooter buck. And every year he would end up with tag soup at the end of the season. At age 18 he enlisted in the USMC and had a 4 year break from hunting in order to do his duty. Finally in 2012 he came back home to start his quest for a buck. for 3 more years this Marine again busted his tail in search of glory but yet like so many times before, he would not get the opportunity to shoot at a buck. Now, let's talk about his 2015 season...this is his story.
Opening day 2015 finally rolled around and my buddy had taken the entire week off to hunt. The area he hunts is a combination of dense evergreens with patches of sagebrush in between. Tirelessly he would climb up the hills then down to the creek bottom and all he would see was does and non shooters. Slowly everyone in his party began to tag out, feeling deflated and with the pressure mounting because of the season end quickly approaching he set out once again. About an hour before sundown he finally spotted a shooter deep in the woods. He jumped off of the quad and loaded his rifle. The deer bolted into some nasty woods but turned around and headed back down into a steep, thick wooded canyon. As the deer was making it's move into the canyon he shot right before the deer made it into the canyon. Unsure if he had hit the buck my friend quickly took off into the direction he had last seen the buck. As he came up to the last spot he saw the buck laying not 5 feet from where he was last seen.
This is his first deer ever. His hardwork and dedication paid off and it paid off incredibly well.
